A Void Rift abruptly tore open in midair inside the Stone Chamber.
Two blood-soaked figures tumbled out in a sorry state and slammed heavily onto the hard Bluestone Floor.
Old Ancestor Hunyuan and Old Ancestor Wuji scrambled to steady themselves. Without even wiping the blood from their faces, they held up a massive fleshy sac with both hands.
Festering holes covered the sac, and sickly green poison gas seeped from them, giving off a nauseating stench.
At the very center of the sac, a dark-gold fragment was embedded deep in the rotting flesh, flickering with a faint glow.
"Token Master! We brought it back!"
Old Ancestor Hunyuan panted heavily, his voice brimming with undisguised elation.
Old Ancestor Wuji chimed in, raising the fleshy sac high with both hands, his face filled with relief at having survived.
Zhou Xuan sat upright in his stone chair without moving.
He stared at the foul-smelling sac, his gaze locked firmly on the Dark-Gold Fragment.
Within his dantian, the black-gold dao fruit spun furiously at an unprecedented speed.
Pitch-black mist churned violently over the dao fruit's surface, and that overwhelming craving almost shattered his reason.
The Black-Gold Mark on the back of his hand burned fiercely.
Zhou Xuan forcibly suppressed the tumult surging through him like overturned seas and rivers, then leaned back against his chair without expression.
"Put it there."
His tone was flat, betraying no emotion.
Old Ancestor Hunyuan and Old Ancestor Wuji exchanged a glance, then hurriedly set the fleshy sac down with utmost care in the open space at the center of the Main Hall.
Old Ancestor Cangwu and Ji Chen stood to one side, watching the enormous Poison Sac with curiosity written all over their faces.
"Is this the Poison Sac of that thirty-thousand-year-old ancient demon?"
Gripping his sword hilt,